Lyrics:
know I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, you know it, you know (really really fat)
And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds
Lemme tell you once again who's fat
If
a stoner
I'm a motherfucking stoner
I just put a forty on my wrist just like a bus
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
I just drank with
a stoner, I'm a stoner
I'm a motherfuckin' stoner
I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
I just
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
and I'm tired of mean muggin
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got the 40
He gone get
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
peeled off
I'm the only fat-lipped bass, my flipper, vroom, peel off
Eating flounder, Sebastian's like some bath salts
Munching on his bones, looking
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
I'm tired of dese crumbs
I want a fat loaf I'm talkin Benjamins
I'm trynna buy a fatass house
Lots of rooms in that bitch and live all by myself
Imma
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags
Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo)
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh)
Now we
But they can and can can
If I didn't say it I'm a sucka parlayin' it
It don't really matter if the flow fatter
But I don't, don't believe, and duck, bob
bob an weave
Will deceive a street corner
And the forty thieves
They bring em in
You do em in
He bring em in
You do us in
Smell em knockin'
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